Lin Zhaoxia didn't know who the person in front of him was who barged into Mr. Huang's office without being informed by his assistant.
The lady looked her up and down with wild eyes. But although Lin Zhaoxia was uncomfortable, she didn't care and still smiled politely at the visitor.
Secretary Song's face stiffened, but then she smiled broadly: "Madam."
lady? Mr. Huang’s wife? "Hello." Lin Zhaoxia greeted hurriedly with a smile.
"Who is this?" Mrs. Huang ignored Secretary Song and sat directly on the sofa, leaning against the back of the chair, still looking at Lin Zhaoxia.
Lin Zhaoxia smiled: "My name is Lin Zhaoxia, and I polished Mr. Huang's autobiography."
Mrs. Huang laughed when she heard this: "You are not a polisher. Huang Guanghua can't even write those words."
Facing Lin Zhaoxia, she put on a smiling face, kind and kind, and the look she just looked at seemed to be just Lin Zhaoxia's illusion.
"I have read all the words you wrote. They are very good. You wrote Guanghua so well that I almost don't recognize him."
Mrs. Huang laughed and said, "Your writing style is sophisticated and emotionally delicate. Especially when you write about family, it feels like you have experienced it yourself. I am very satisfied."
"Madam, you are overly complimentary. It is Mr. Huang's own excellence that allowed me to write endless content. I only expressed it truthfully and did not exaggerate too much."
Mrs. Huang looked at her with admiration in her eyes, praised her a few words, and then said to Secretary Song: "Today is the holiday, and the company also arranged for someone to give a copy to Miss Lin as a gift to employees."
Secretary Song smiled: "Madam, don't worry, Mr. Huang has already explained everything."
Mrs. Huang nodded: "That's good. It seems that Mr. Huang still has a lot of shopping cards here. Get one for Miss Lin."
"Madam, I'll get it." Secretary Song stood up, skillfully opened a drawer next to Mr. Huang's desk, and took out a shopping card from an envelope.
Mrs. Huang stared at Secretary Song with an expressionless expression, her gaze as sharp as an arrow. Lin Zhaoxia just wished she could disappear in a flash.
"You know very well where he puts his things." Mrs. Huang's tone was calm, but the dissatisfaction on her face was about to overflow.
Secretary Song was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's all Mr. Huang's trust. As a secretary, I'm afraid that I'm not good enough."
Lin Zhaoxia lowered her head, could she see this scene? The little heart was beating wildly.
"Miss Lin..."
"Ah? Madam." Lin Zhaoxia quickly came to her senses.
Mrs. Huang smiled kindly again, "I like the words written by Miss Lin very much. If I also come up with an autobiography to entertain myself, I don't know..."
This business is delivered to your door, can you promote it? Who can't get along with money?
Lin Zhaoxia endured the surprise: "It's an honor for me that Madam likes me. If I am really lucky, I will definitely spend 100% of my energy to help Madam write well!"
"I just like Miss Lin's refreshing energy." He took the shopping card from Secretary Song's hand and said, "Take it, it's the holiday today, so I have to make a trip to delay your holiday."
"It's nothing, it's all my job." Lin Zhaoxia couldn't refuse, so she took the card and said, "Thank you, madam."
After saying goodbye to Mrs. Huang and being escorted out of Mr. Huang's office by Secretary Song, Lin Zhaoxia couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. I couldn't help but look at Secretary Song out of the corner of my eye. Wouldn't the big one and the little one get into a fight?
Secretary Song had a sad face the whole time, but Lin Zhaoxia was only thankful that she ran fast.
When I arrived at the basement, I was looking around for Mr. Huang's secretary when I heard: "Zhao Xia!"
Lin Zhaoxia was stunned, Han Yang?
"I can't make an appointment with you, so I asked Secretary Song for help." Han Yang explained.
Lin Zhaoxia pinched her fingers and felt helpless: "You don't know why I rejected you? Didn't I explain it clearly enough?"
How could Han Yang not know. He was just unwilling. He reached out and half hugged Lin Zhaoxia and pushed her: "Let's get in the car first. The car said."
Seeing his pleading face, Lin Zhaoxia got into his car anyway.
Seeing that she was willing to get in the car, Han Yang quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Start the car... From the corner of his eye, he saw her face was serious and she didn't dare to speak. The two of them were silent the whole way.
"This is not toward the outer ring."
"Let's go eat first."
"No, I still have work to do when I get back."
"Toruka, please. Come have a meal with me tonight."
"You concentrate on driving!" Seeing his mood swings, Lin Zhaoxia couldn't help but remind him. This is on an elevated level.
The two continued in silence. The car was still parked in front of Han Yangding's Garden Restaurant.
Lin Zhaoxia refused to get out of the car, "Han Yang, we really can't go back. I thought I made it clear. With you like this, we can't even be ordinary alumni."
The confrontation between the eyebrows in Mr. Huang's office still flashed in Lin Zhaoxia's mind. Mrs. Huang's appraising gaze when she first came in made her uncomfortable.
Family status is sometimes really insurmountable. The cost of forcibly jumping a class is too high.
"Zhao Xia, I know what you are worried about, and I will convince my mother. She doesn't understand you, and her understanding of you is too one-sided. After more contact, she will accept you."
"Her understanding of me is too one-sided. After all this time, have you made any efforts or spoken for me? Have you changed her impression of me?"
Han Yang opened his mouth, remembering that his mother asked him to go on a blind date this morning, and felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.
Looking at his expression, Lin Zhaoxia knew the outcome.
"None of this will change. And now I am just a precarious person with an unstable job, and your mother will never like me. I am powerless to change my current situation, and you are powerless to convince her. We will not have Intersection. I will not agree to anyone to have a fruitless love."
Lin Zhaoxia opened the car door and wanted to get out of the car...
"Zhao Xia!" Han Yang leaned over and pulled back the car door, holding her down. He turned around and held Lin Zhaoxia in his arms, holding her shoulder with a painful expression.
Lin Zhaoxia paused and felt a little sentimental. During her college years, she was really grateful to Han Yang for giving her such an unforgettable first love.
She reached out and hugged him back, patting him gently on the back.
"We don't block each other. As long as the circle of friends remains, we will stay there and pay attention to each other silently. Isn't this good?"
Not good, not good! Han Yang closed his eyes in pain. He hugged Lin Zhaoxia tightly before letting go, not daring to let her look at him, "I'll take you back."
The car stopped at the entrance of the community. Lin Zhaoxia saw him get out of the car and stopped him: "Don't get out, it's not easy to park."
"Get the things in the trunk." Han Yang opened the trunk.
"This box of specialties was given to you by Mr. Huang. Every employee in their company has it. Don't worry, just take it." He held out another bouquet of flowers...
What a big bunch of red roses. Lin Zhaoxia looked at him blankly.
Han Yang was afraid that she would not accept it, so he tried his best to explain, "I said before that I would give you flowers every Valentine's Day... These are for my senior year. These are the flowers that should be given to me in college. Don't refuse, in my heart It doesn’t feel good.”
In order to beg her to accept it, Han Yang suddenly became humble.
Lin Zhaoxia also felt uncomfortable. Finally he reached out and took it, "Then this is what you should give me as a senior. I'll accept it. I won't accept it anymore after I can."
Han Yang choked with sobs and nodded. Looking at her, who was almost invisible due to the flowers, he felt as if he had been pricked by a needle and felt a dull pain in his heart.
"Go back. If anything happens, just call me."
Without looking at Lin Zhaoxia, he turned around and quickly opened the car door and got in. He didn't even have time to fasten his seat belt. When he stepped on the accelerator, the car whined past Lin Zhaoxia.
Han Yang looked in the rear mirror and saw Lin Zhaoxia standing there blankly looking at him with Hua in his arms, closing his eyes in pain.
The phone rang. When I saw it, it was my mother. I reached out decisively and pressed it.
Stopping at the zebra crossing, I saw a couple smiling and talking. Yan Yan didn't know what they were talking about. They were in an intimate state. The memories that Han Yang had kept in his heart surged through his mind again.
